| As a girl she had a dream that she was gonna leave her house
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| And find a man who shared her love and shared her thoughts
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| Together they would roam across the forty-eight and spend the money they had
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| saved
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| With fellow gypsy people they would learn to live again and dance the night away
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| Ridin' the new wave
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| So she packed her car up tight and headed for the southern states
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| And found a man she kinda liked but he never treated her right
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| With money running low they built a house that they could never clean
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| He promised her that he would change
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| He promised her that they would build a scene
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| Just like she dreamed
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| But the man was a boy
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| And the bank loan was a ploy
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| In a world like this we burn and crash
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| Just like birds against the glass
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| Once there was a summer filled with love and everybody’s consciousness was
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| being guided from above
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| And it was clear that there was power in the people and if people carried
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| flowers
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| The intention would stay good and plain
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| And so he made a promise that he’d never change the hippie he became
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| But the clouds kept rollin' in, the baby boomers giving in
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| To mass appeal and government but he said they would never win
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| The country was a mess before but free love seemed to change the war
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| And he saw no difference if we could just elect the right president
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| Maybe people would get it
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| But now he keeps a tank full of gas
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| Oh, just to save his own ass
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| In a world like this we burn and crash
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| Just like birds against the glass
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| Oh, will we stay where we last?
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| Oh, this too shall pass
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| In a world like this we burn and crash just like birds against |